kiley

Poise your meer-ros, long and sure, Let the kileys whiz and whirl Strangely through the air so pure; Heavy dow-uks at them hurl; Shout the yell they dread to hear.

Poise your meer-ros long and true: Let the kileys whiz and whirl In strange contortions through the air; Heavy dow-uks at them hurl; Shout the yell they dread to hear.

One of them had a kiley, or boomerang, and each carried a rude hatchet of stone.

Perhaps as fine a sight as can be seen in the whole circle of native sports is the killing cockatoos with the kiley, or boomerang.

They had no weapon, save one kiley or boomerang, and bowed down until they almost kissed the water.